IT'S OKAY NOT TO LIKE V-DAY - UPDATED

I have hesitated to write about my long-standing distaste for Eve Ensler's massive Vagina Monologues hoopla because I don't want to give fodder to my anti-feminist readers to go off on tirades in my comments section about how the existence of Eve Ensler proves that feminism in general is a silly, crude, vulgar, frivolous idea. Today, however, I am inspired to say my piece, having come across Rebecca Traister's pithy summing up, which happens to perfectly capture my feelings on the matter:

Ensler and her anatomically enthusiastic project are not my favorite elements of current feminism, but as usual, it's hard to fault the cause.

I should admit up front that I have neither seen nor read the play. I actually think the idea of the play is potentially interesting -- a collection of monologues based on real statements by real women about their attitude towards and experiences with the most intimate part of their anatomy. I am also, of course, all in favor of fundraising for rape crisis centers, domestic violence shelters, and other organizations designed to support victims of sexual or family violence or to prevent such violence in the first place-- and I must give Ensler all the credit that is due to her for her success in this area.

What makes me go "Yik" is all the hoopla, the kind of thing that Traister described in her 2004 piece about Ensler's co-sponsorship of a get-out-the-vote event called "Vaginas Vote, Chicks Rock." At this particular event, Ensler instructed the crowd to "Step into your vaginas and get the vagina vote out" and cheered "Vulva! Vulva! Vulva! Vote!" I have the impression that there is a lot of similar yelling and sloganeering at the annual V-day events, at which The Vagina Monologues are performed to raise money for rape crisis centers and such.

I am turned off by it not because I dislike the word "vagina" or because I am squeamish about sex talk (trust me, I'm not). I certainly think that placing cultural value on women's sexual pleasure and sexual agency, and increasing women's comfort with and understanding of our bodies is a noble feminist goal. (For example, I am a big fan of the classic women's health resource guide Our Bodies, Ourselves put out by the Boston Women’s Health Book Collective.) What I really find off-putting about the V-day events is that they seem hokey. It's hokey because saying "vagina" isn't cutting edge -- especially if you make a big deal about the fact that you are saying "vagina." I also think, while it's great to be comfortable with one's anatomy, I certainly don't want to imply that my essence resides in my reproductive and sexual capacities. Obviously, I possess a vagina but, more importantly, I possess a heart and a brain.

But you know what? Just because V-day isn't my thing or Rebecca Traister's thing doesn't mean you can't go ahead and enjoy it if it happens to be your thing. (See my post on tolerance!) If V-day speaks to young women on college campuses and causes young women to think more seriously about feminism, grrreeeeaaaattt! But don't fall into the trap of thinking that it is the be-all and end-all of current feminism. Eve Ensler doesn't represent me but I am indeed a feminist. We feminists are a diverse lot who diverge on a lot of things. The commonality we have -- whether we are hokey or sophisticated, whether we agree on everything or not -- is that we view women's equality, dignity, and freedom as crucial. Eve Ensler certainly qualifies on that count, and so do I, even if I never attend a V-day event.

UPDATE:

A couple other critiques of the Vagina Monologues from a feminist perspective:

It's bad enough that men go around thinking of women primarily as vaginas to be conquered. Do we really also need to encourage women to think of themselves as vaginas in need of defense?

One of the great sexual tragedies in history occurred when Dr. Sigmund Freud formulated his theory that the clitoris was an infantile source of pleasure and that as a woman matures, her sexual sensations are transferred to the vagina.

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Weirdly enough, the hokiness of it is sort of genius, because it signals that it's "safe" to people who think of feminism as an academic ivory tower. I hate the hokey crap, too. But believe it or not, the play itself is pretty entertaining.

I have to say that I have always been unhappy about such slogans as 'the vagina vote', or whatever because, as you said better than I can I do like the vagina monologues themselves (I've read them), but I'm very queasy about feminists reducing women to body parts in the same way that patriarchy does. On every men's and woman's magazine we're reduced to sex: it's meant to be what we are and all we're fucking interested in. We're human beings for heaven's sake, and we don't use our vaginas to vote (it would take a fair few yoga lessons to learn to!)

I am really glad that Ensler is working for an end to DV, and as always I support those actions over and above my reservations about her choice of language and slogans.

'as you said better than I can do: I certainly don't want to imply that my essence resides in my reproductive and sexual capacities. Obviously, I possess a vagina but, more importantly, I possess a heart and a brain. I like the...'
is how it was meant to read. Duh!

Starting to get it? My feminism has been pretty well defined for years, thank you very much.

Richard, the difference between you and me, and the millions of individuals who call themselves "feminists," is that we keep our eye on the ball even when another self-proclaimed feminist says or does something that we find distasteful.

For years, I've watched my college students' reactions to Eve Ensler's play. At first, they hesitate to even talk about it -- even with these young women, there still seems to be a strong taboo about not talking about women's bodies in any serious way. But once a few women start speaking up, the others do too. I think perhaps that is one thing the play really accomplishes -- breaking the silence about women's bodies. It's one way to begin a discussion about how women's bodies are viewed by our culture.

There is silence about women's bodies? I must be around a different set of women, because they are not shy about talking about their bodies.

The Vagina Monologues didnt do much for it. It was ok. Parts of it were a little disturbing (the underage girl part). It was almost as if she was saying "as long as I am chanting vagina, anything I say is ok."

Perhaps I also just feel that treating men and women as equals is not that revolutionary of a concept. It seems so basic to me. Why would someone have any problem understand that a woman can be smarter than a man or that the man should be in charge in relationships?

I understand that some people that think like that, I just do not understand it.

Maybe the problem with the Vagina Monologues is that it has, as they say, "jumped the shark." In this case it's not an episode in the production, but manner in which it is now presented. Everything runs its course. Maybe it's time for the script to be put on the shelf for a while and let new plays regarding feminism, sexuality, anatomy, or whatever emerge. After it's forgotten, someone can then rediscover the script and take a look at it in a fresh light. People can then appreciate it until it gets overplayed once again.

Not to be rude, but you really ought to see the play (which is different from reading the book of the play, or watching a video presentation). Seeing it performed is a sufficiently unusual experience that it may change your outlook on Ensler's project.